Everything's Fine, but Aren't You Looking a Little Too Villainous?

Chapter 77

Clatter-clatter.

The carriage's heavy wheels rolled smoothly along the approach road leading to the academy.

"Your Eminence. We'll arrive shortly."

Saint Abel, the commander of the Order of the Eastern Cross seated opposite him, spoke with confidence.

His silver armor gave off a pleasant metallic ring in time with the carriage's sway.

Cardinal Barneo nodded with a benevolent smile.

'Everything is perfect.'

Though the impurity of the saint's deviation had been mixed in, this too must be a trial bestowed by God.

Today's swift armed intervention would raise the church's standing and serve as the perfect opening move to narrow the old pope's foothold...